There is this thing that's like touching except you don't touch ( Read more... )

She who reconciles the ill-matched threads ( Read more... )

She sends me blue valentines ( Read more... )

The US Bill of Rights in Cynical Haiku
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For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror,
which we still are just able to endure,
and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

--from The First Elegy, of the Duino ElegiesIt's not like I'd never heard of Rainer Maria Rilke before yesterday. But for some reason, I enthuse about poetry in fits and starts, and he'd ( Read more... )

Lovesongby Gloria Cubana ( Read more... )

Song of the Third Eyelid
by Frona Lane

If I were fly I would view you
through eight thousand lenses.
If chicken I would never, never
raise my lower lid to you
I would never close my eyes
to such beauty, beauty,
but declare you over and over
in all the tenses.

If I were a frog I would stop, O
all normal breathing.I would hibernate with you, with ( Read more... )

I had occasion today to go looking for a particular verse by one of my favorite poets, Sara Teasdale. She wasn't unlike Emily Dickinson in that she was pale and sickly for most of her life, possessed a depressive nature, and wrote passionately about lives and loves which, due to her Victorian upbringing, she was prohibited from experiencing. ( Read more... )

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Everything's possible
Nothing is true

This weekend I have...

ridden wild rollercoasters in the dark, in the rain, in the very front car

leered at barely-clad belly dancers and stuffed dollars into their harem pants

attended the taping of a nationally syndicated classical music radio show

drunk an $80 bottle of merlot while eating pasta out of a tupperware bowl

not been attacked ( Read more... )